Isn’t this truly what Christmas and New Year’s—and in fact, every day—are all about? We are breaking the grip of fascination with the finite, mortal story of ourselves as having a beginning, middle, and end, and singing the new song of divine Science.
My class assignment, rather than exposing me as an academic fraud, helped me see that it is the Mind that is God that provides inspiration, order, and clarity of thought.
I was not being honest with myself. I knew the farm was not my right place, but I stayed there because I believed it was the fastest route to wealth and success.
Listening for the Christ in quiet moments helps me to yield to the Christmas message that God, divine Love, is supreme, governing us all, and this comforts and heals.
Being childlike is not being childish—it’s not about a lack of maturity. It’s about our receptivity to good and refusal to allow skeptical tendencies to crush out a recognition of the presence of divine Love, good, in our lives.
I needed to find a higher meaning of Christmas—the celebration of Christ’s appearing rather than the activity of seasonal festivities and family traditions.
